In New York, the subway is deathly silent; the streets are silent. There is the occasional person bursting into tears, but otherwise, silent. I have never seen my city so stunned. And yet, a map of red tells me that others, elsewhere, are cheering.

This may not have been the revolution we had hoped for, but it is a revolution.

I'm originally from a factory town in Upstate New York. It's no longer a factory town. There are no jobs and many Trump supporters. Some of them do spread hate, but many of them just want a home, a way to provide for their families, a decent life. I don't believe the new administration will give that to them, but I think they do. And politicians, as they know them, haven't helped them and I believe that's true, too.

As artists, what is our role in all this? I think it's to examine compassionately and expose fervently. One thing is for certain, from adversity comes great art. Create. Create. Create.